horn call

I'm not sure which I found weirder: the fact that someone left their shoe horn in their booth at work today or the fact that I fell in like with a voice over the telephone. I can't really explain the shoe horn thing because really? You brought your shoe horn into a diner and left it there after taking it from your man purse to show it off to your blind date who didn't actually believe that this guy, this guy right here, had brought his shoe horn on a first date. That's just my imagination, like I said, I can't give a truthful reason to it's existence in the setting. As for the second thing, well, some guy had left his wallet and thus it was placed in our lovely and totally put together lost and found. (to be truthful, if you leave your cool shit there for more than...a week, please expect to see a young woman strutting around in your black pea coat or purple ray bans, just sayin'.) Anyways, I answered the phone in my usual hokey way to hear an exasperated voice trying to explain his dilemma. I let him go on despite the fact that I knew after the word wallet came out of his mouth that we had it. ;) SO, I surprised this guy's life and explained that we had it. He was totally jizzed on this, so much so that he went on to tell me how worried he'd been and he'd been looking for it everywhere etc...etc.. I sounded like I had killer bees in my pants and needed to hang up the phone now to extricate said bees, but I'm not sure why. His voice was spry and soothing at the same time. He sounded young and friendlier than all the people who had come in for breakfast and lunch put together. I get pretty nervous around guys and tend to come off as if I'm too busy to talk or act like I've been pulled out of the wintry Atlantic ocean, shivering and suffering from loss of the ability to form words. Call me creepy, but after I hung up with this grateful person, I wished that we had been having a conversation about something other than his lost wallet, like he actually called to talk to me and not in the desperation to find his leather cradle that held a golden card and $20. (yeah I looked through it prior to the call). I'm making myself out to be a terrible worker aren't I? I'd like to clear the air: I have never stolen from the lost and found, even when I found a really cool pair of black rimmed glasses. One of the other girls claimed them first. So yeah, I was cut before I got a chance to see this guy and return him his wallet in person. Guess it doesn't really matter and I probably would be disappointed by the person behind the phone. For all I know he could be 40 years old with a porno mustache, so I think I'll hold to the friendly voice on the other end of the line.